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Chapter 103 The whole world knows you've been cheated! (First update!)

At this moment, Jadel felt that his mind suddenly became clear, and all the things that he couldn't understand before became clear at this moment.

Unbeknownst to him, there was someone watching him.

This person knew that the Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion needed to purchase weapons and equipment, so he came up with the AAA weapon Lingo.

They are deliberate and try every possible means to lure me into being deceived.

Just to cheat yourself out of your money.

So this person must be someone he knows.

Thinking of this, Jadel raised his eyes in the darkness, and his eyes swept around like searchlights.

If this person is really someone close to you, then it is possible for everyone.

Even the leader Ali Hussein, after all, only God knows that the funds were entrusted to him, he knows it, and he knows it.

This possibility flashed wildly in his mind, madly eroding his sanity.

In the end, he simply huddled in the corner with his head in his hands, banging his head against the wall repeatedly, trying to relieve the pain in his head.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside, and behind the footsteps, there were noisy voices.

The next second, with a clang, the thick wooden door was kicked open from the outside. Khafaji was the first to rush into the room, followed by several other senior officials of the Holy Flame Kurdish Camp.

Behind these senior officials were the families and soldiers of the Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion.

As they entered the room, they glared at Jardel, who was cowering in the corner.

Meeting these angry gazes, Jadel frowned slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Hafaji snatched the gun from the person next to him, took two steps forward, picked up the butt of the gun and hit Jadel on the head.

Caught off guard by this blow, Jadel was knocked to the ground.

Seeing that Hafaji was about to hit him for the second time, he didn't care about the pain on his forehead, stretched out his hands to support the ground, and rolled over hard.

Roll out of Hafaji's attack range.

Then, before Hafaji could attack again, he asked:
"Haffaj, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Hafaji snorted. Instead of using the butt of the gun, he turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Jadel, and pulled the bolt with his backhand.
"Before you ask me what I do, you should first tell me what you do."

"You know what? Now the whole world knows that you tried to buy weapons on Twitter and got scammed."

"Jader, as an Arab, shouldn't you explain where your money comes from?"

"You gave over 1000 million US dollars to the scammers so easily and quietly."

"What do you want these people behind me to think?"

These words also made Jadel wake up. He slowly stood up with the help of the wall and looked at Hafaji in disbelief:
"What do you mean the whole world knows I was scammed? What do you mean I easily gave over 1000 million yuan to the scammers?"

He asked sincerely, looking like he had no idea what was going on.

Among the crowd that rushed in, a few looked at him with a hint of pity on their faces, but more people had cruel expressions on their faces.

Hafaji held the gun, examined it for a moment, turned off the safety, handed the gun to the person next to him, and then gestured:

"Let him die knowingly."

As the order was given, a young man with a smile on his face stepped forward behind Khafaji, took out a Nokia mobile phone, tapped his fingers on the phone, and finally, a Twitter tweet appeared on the phone.

Then this tweet was put in front of Jardel by the young people.

The person who tweeted had no name, just a string of numbers.

The tweet contained very little text, only a few dozen words.

[Thanks to Mr. Jadel Bari, a Jordanian Arab brother from the ISI Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion in Iraq, for his $1000 million donation.]

Below the tweet are three photos.

The picture on the left shows a white hand holding a stack of $100 photos.

The one in the middle.

Although the photo had been distorted after printing, Jardel still recognized that it was the one he had sent to Mr. Ringo.

The photo was also altered to show a bearded clown.

On the far right is a person wearing an Arab headscarf.

The turban and beard completely concealed the man's appearance.

The tweet was sent 8 hours ago, but the number of views has reached a terrifying 147 million.

Thinking of what that guy said to him, Jadel wanted to slap himself. Why was he so bewitched as to listen to what that guy said?

He took a deep breath, slowly took two steps forward, and was about to open his mouth to explain when Hafaji opposite him suddenly took the gun from the side and pulled the bolt with his backhand.

With a click, the bullet was loaded.

Immediately afterwards, flames spurted out of the muzzle and the madly fired bullets directly engulfed Jadel.

In a few seconds, all thirty bullets were fired. Hafaji put away his gun and turned to look at the group of people behind him:

"Our leader died in Mosul, and our logistics officer was defrauded of over 1000 million."

"We now have two options."

"One option is to go back to the Kurdish mountains and linger there, and the other option is to go to Syria."

"The situation over there is better than in Iraq. We have more opportunities over there."

"Now, it's time for us to make a decision."

Humans are creatures with a herd mentality. In many cases, we need a king of ideas. As long as this king of ideas comes up with an idea, even if the idea is not very good, others will subconsciously follow and make corrections.

Just when the group of people were at a loss, a young man suddenly spoke:
"I'm not going back to the Kurdish Mountains. Even if I die, I'd rather die outside the mountains."

This one sentence caused everyone present to fall silent.

Without anyone noticing, Hafaji turned his head slightly and gave the young man an approving look.

Then, he coughed lightly a few times, drawing the attention of the people around him to himself:

"In that case, we will go to Syria."

"After we settle down in Syria, we'll find a way to find that damn liar and kill him."

After he said this, everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the top leaders have said this, let's just go to Syria together reluctantly.

Soon, the group reached a consensus, packed up their things, and traveled dozens of kilometers to Syria.

The people in the center of the vortex are preparing to run away. Outside the vortex, in Qatar, the forward command post of the Central Theater Command of America.

Kelvin sat by the window, looking at the intelligence in his hand in silence.

The Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion, a branch of the ISI, encountered an online scam while purchasing weapons. The scammer was a Chinese national.

This title made him want to laugh, but he couldn't.

Because such stupid people are their opponents.

Although there was an element of deliberate letting go, the problem was that it was really embarrassing to become an opponent with such a stupid person.

Shameful.

After reading the intelligence, he quickly tore up the paper containing the information and threw it into the trash can. Then, facing the sunlight pouring in through the window, he prepared to take a nap. Knock knock knock!
There was a knock at the office door. Kelvin pressed his temple with his hand and called out softly:

"Come in!"

The door opened and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s and wore the epaulettes of a major walked in.

It's intelligence officer Maxim.

He walked up to Kelvin, put the documents in his arms on the table, and explained:

"Commander, these documents record the types and quantities of cargo transported through all Iraqi checkpoints, ports, and airports on the eve of the bombing."

“We investigated even the goods being trafficked by smugglers.”

"But, unfortunately."

"We still haven't been able to find the source of that batch of TNT."

"However, we did find out a little bit about the origins of the remaining fragments at the scene, you see."

Maxim's words made Kelvin's eyes, which had been gloomy, suddenly brighten up. He quickly took the document and, with Maxim's help, turned to the document with its origin.

The document mainly contains some color photos. The protagonists of the photos are the rice cooker and the incomplete gas tank that were repaired and pieced together by the equipment technology department.

After just a few glances, he started cursing:

"Is this what you called what you found?"

"I know it's an electric pressure cooker, and I recognize those gas cylinders. They're sealed containers, so it's normal for terrorists to use them as bomb shells."

"What I want to know now is where that pile of explosives came from. It's just some shells that won't explode."

"Understand? Don't confuse the priorities."

After cursing, he threw the document to the ground and kicked it again.

This kick allowed him to vent a little and made him feel a little better.

He walked to the window and stared at the desert outside in a daze.

After a few minutes of hesitation, the deputy commander turned sharply and said to Maxim:
"We will intensify our attacks on the Kurds and at the same time spread the word that anyone who can provide information about the Hilla bombing will receive $1000 million."

Maxim did not comment on this order. He just took out a pen and wrote the order in his notebook.

After waiting for a while and confirming that Kelvin had no new orders, he turned around and left to deliver the orders.

The door closed, Kelvin leaned on the chair by the window and fell into a deep sleep.

…………

"Hello, I'm here to process a cross-border payment declaration." At the business hall of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in Hanshan Temple District, Lin Yi walked into the bank's VIP business office with his queue number.

The salesperson took the number and was about to handle the business when Liu Jie pushed open the office door and walked in. He came to the salesperson and gently patted the salesperson on the shoulder:

"Go make two cups of tea. I'll handle this business myself."

The salesperson looked at Liu Jie deeply, stood up, walked to the side decisively, and started serving tea and water.

Liu Jie put the paper with the number called aside, put his hands on the table, and smiled like a chrysanthemum on his slightly chubby face, looking at Lin Yi with a flattering expression:

"Boss Lin, why do you have to come here in person for such a matter?"

"Where's Accountant Ji?"

"Don't mention it. I was cheated by my fourth uncle, so I don't dare to hand this matter over to outsiders." Lin Yi's eyes dimmed for a moment, lowered his head, and took out the documents from his briefcase, explaining as he took them out:
"Since we can't make money domestically, we can only look abroad. We have been running around to do business recently."

"It's only the Chinese New Year now, but after the Chinese New Year, I might have to stay abroad for many years."

"But fortunately, foreign clients are more generous, otherwise I wouldn't dare to appear in front of you."

As he spoke, a thick stack of documents was placed on the table and then pushed in front of Liu Jie.

"President Liu, this is the contract above, and below is the entire technical consulting service process. We have agreed with Party A that they will be responsible for taxes within Iraq, and we will only be responsible for paying taxes within China. Please take a look."

Suzhou has a lot of foreign trade industries, and Liu Jie is no stranger to handling related business processes.

However, the business I handled before was mainly trading business, and this is the first time I have encountered consulting service income from architectural design.

And it's Iraq.

It's really strange. Isn't it a waste to repair things in a place where there are wars every day?

Shaking his head to get rid of those messy thoughts, Liu Jie picked up the document in front of him and turned to the first page. Just one glance and his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

It is a bilingual contract.

In the contract, one type of language was Chinese, and he didn't recognize the other type of language. In his opinion, these characters were no different from scribbles, except that the scribbles were messier, while this one looked more pleasing to the eye.

Lin Yi accurately captured the slight change in his facial expression, and then quickly found an excuse for him:
"This is the Arabic version. If you have any questions, President Liu, just ask me directly."

Hearing that it was the Arabic version, Liu Jie breathed a sigh of relief. He forced himself to keep his expression together and gently waved his hand: "It's okay! It's okay!"

"It's just Arabic. I'll just check the Chinese part."

He turned his attention back to the contract, ignoring the Arabic words and reading the Chinese words quickly.

The contract was very ordinary, an agreement between the two parties. The only thing that made him feel strange was that Party A was too generous.

Xiaomi Heavy Industry Construction Consulting Office.

Less than a week after opening, the company received more than 1500 million US dollars in design fees, which was paid directly to it when the business was just starting out.

But when he thought about Party A being in Iraq, he felt relieved.

Although that place sounds quite chaotic, the news I heard was that the people there had a piece of cloth on their heads and were the richest people in the world.

Wherever he goes, he spends lavishly on US dollars.

More than 1500 million US dollars may be a lot for people like us, but for those wealthy people who sell oil, it is just a small amount of money.

That oil well is generating hundreds of millions of dollars a day.

More than 1500 million, a small amount of money.

Since they directly asked the bank to transfer the money, it means there is no problem.

"Mr. Lin's business is getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes I envy you guys." Liu Jie put down the contract document calmly, picked up the supporting document next to it and looked through it carefully.

Even though most of these documents were in Arabic, he read them with great interest.

It took him more than an hour to finish reading all the documents that he couldn't understand.

Putting down the documents, he found the copies needed for the declaration, put them away, and then returned to the computer to start handling the business.

After just over ten minutes, the printer next to the computer started to creak and start working.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Jie handed the corresponding business form to Lin Yi:

"Sign here. Once you sign, the funds will be credited to your account."

"By the way, remember to pay your taxes."

"International business funds are strictly checked. Don't lose the big picture over a trivial matter."

Lin Yi took the business form with both hands and smiled: "Thank you, President Liu, for your guidance."

(End of this chapter)